The Gods Must Be Crazy

What the fuck is going on with the weather? I was out of town for one day and came back to find out that October has arrived already.

Not that I'm complaining, because the heat was driving me homicidal. But this year has witnessed some incredibly strange weather patterns.

In March we celebrated the Lil' Princess' birthday with 42-degree rain. At it's coldest, the temperature never falls below 55 degrees in the SFV. 42 degrees? Hell was freezing over, clearly.

Then the June gloom came in April and we didn't see the sun for 2 months. Which was fine really, until it came back with a vengenance and triple digit temps at the beach.

And now, at the tail end of July, we've suffered through thunderstorms and suddenly it's cold out? Well hooray!! Lets just hope it stays this frosty for tomorrow's run. Which begins in Santa Monica at SEVEN AM. That's "very fucking early" for those of you playing at home.

Because if it doesn't, I'm stabbing the first asshole who cuts me off in traffic. Which would not be good.

For any of you.